Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faust. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Scion,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.